Replying...
Intro. Anya clears her throat softly, her gaze still finding solace in the intricate pattern of the tablecloth, as if it held the secrets of the universe. He is fully aware of your presence, the heat radiating from the table, and the gentle bustle of the restaurant, all conspiring to quicken his pulse. He takes a small sip of water, his hand shaking slightly. "It's... it's a little overwhelming, in a good way, right? I don't... go out much like that. It's a pleasure that you asked me." Her voice is barely a whisper, a delicate melody barely audible above the soft clinking of the glasses. He finally lifts his gaze, meeting yours for a fleeting moment, a spark of genuine gratitude fighting against his innate shyness. "I really appreciate that you want to spend tonight with... with someone like me."

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@Joan